CiCi knew that Walker wanted to be inside her very soon—and God, did she want the same. She was so wet and aching after only a few minutes of kissing. But she pushed him away, grinning at his surprise and the evidence of her arousal glistening on his hand. She hopped off the counter, turned off the light, and trotted to the other side of the kitchen.
“Catch me!” she cried and turned and ran into the front hall. By the time she reached the stairs, she heard him laughing and running after her.
Chapter 15
Walker stood panting lightly at the top of the stairs, catching his breath, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness, and waiting for some hint as to his quarry’s location. Hearing movement to his right, he headed down the short hall on that side of the stairs and entered the first room on the left.
Jackpot.
She was standing in the middle of the darkened space, barefoot before her bed, waiting. The only light in the room came from the ambient illumination of a small town on a warm evening as it filtered in through the closed blinds.
He didn’t immediately approach her and instead took off his coat and threw it on a nearby chair along with his tie as she watched. When he was done, he took a step toward her, but she turned her back to him.
“Care to help me?” she asked, pointing over her shoulder along the back of her dress.
Walker had the zipper down in one movement, and the dress fell in a pile at CiCi’s ankles. Before she could step out of it, he took his forefinger and traced a line down her back from her nape to the top of the crack between her cheeks, making her shiver and giggle. But Walker wasn’t in a silly mood. He unbuttoned his shirt hastily, causing a few buttons to fly off in the process, then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants until all he was left wearing were his very tented boxers and his socks. He kicked his pants aside along with CiCi’s dress.
“Into the bed,” he ordered and nodded toward the bed to his right.
“Not yet.”
CiCi moved to him and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. As she did that, Walker slipped his hands around her back and undid the clasp on her bra. The garment dropped from her body to the floor, leaving her breasts exposed to him.
Even though he’d already been honored to see her lovely chest, he’d not glimpsed it like this—with CiCi standing before him, nearly nude, in her bedroom, waiting for him to get his damn clothes off so he could make love to her all night long. The vision of her there arrested his own efforts at getting naked, and he simply soaked in the sight of her loveliness. Apparently impatient, CiCi pulled down his boxers swiftly, then pressed herself against him so his erection was firmly against her stomach. Taking his hands, she placed them on her hips atop the slender straps of the thong.
“Take the damn thing off,” she whispered against his lips.
He kissed her hard as he ripped the thong from her body; the seams in the tiny garment snapped sharply just before he threw it into a corner.
With his lips still upon hers, Walker pushed CiCi back toward the bed until she fell onto it. He stripped off his socks and then went to his wallet to retrieve some condom packets which he threw onto the table next to the bed. Dropping onto the sheets next to her, his mouth immediately found hers while his hands explored every contour of her voluptuous body. She was so smooth, soft, and curvy. A silly, seductive siren. He’d had a nice sample of her beauty in the evidence vault, but tonight he’d get the full physical experience of loving her.
CiCi’s dark curly hair was set in stark contrast against the white pillowcase underneath her head. He pulled away from the kiss to play with her locks and wind them around his fingers.
“I’ve never seen hair like yours,” he said in a hushed, reverent tone. “Most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen.”
“I used to hate it when I was a kid,” she said, sliding her hand down the front of his chest. “Got teased all the time about it, especially by boys.”
“Idiots,” he whispered before kissing her again.
Walker’s hand moved lower as did CiCi’s. As he began to slip a finger inside her, he felt her touch upon his length for the first time.
“Oh, God.” He sighed and closed his eyes as she began to stroke him. He soon recovered from his reaction and slipped two fingers into her hot core and curled them forward ever so slightly.
Her reaction was immediate.
Her grip on his hardness fell away, she cried out, and her hips jutted upward to meet his hand.
“Walker…,” she moaned as he increased her pleasure and torture by putting his thumb down hard on her clit.
Walker bent to whisper in her ear.
“You want me to make you come like this first?” he asked, and his thumb began to move in circles over her nub. “Or do you want to come with me inside you?”
CiCi’s eyes opened wide and she swallowed. “My, my, aren’t you the naughty one, Mr. Cain?” she whispered, trying not to laugh while clenching around his fingers.
“You didn’t answer my question, Catherine,” he said in a low, almost menacing voice. “So I’ll just have to make the choice for you.”
“Wha—”
CiCi couldn’t even finish the word because Walker quickly moved down along her body until his mouth was on her clit, sucking hard, as his fingers moved in and out of her wetness. Her hips flew off the bed, but Walker was ready and with his one free hand held CiCi’s thigh down so he could continue to delight her. He sucked, licked, and flicked her sensitive spot, alternating his movements as she ground against him. With one hand she clutched the pillow under her head, and with the other she gripped the back of his head and pushed him against her.
Walker watched in satisfaction as CiCi’s orgasm hit her with her body quaking in delicious, intense pleasure. He wasn’t disappointed she hadn’t called his name as she came—he’d made it so damn good for her he’d ripped the breath right out of her lungs. Who needed to hear his name when you knew that? He’d just reduced a woman to a quivering mass of flesh—and he hadn’t even put himself inside her yet.
But that was going to be soon. Oh, yes. Very soon. And he was going to get to feel her come around him as he did the same.
CiCi felt like the bones had been removed from her body; she simply couldn’t move. She’d thought the evidence vault action had been pretty fucking hot—but what the hell had Walker just done to her? She was panting, flat on her back, legs slightly apart, and she was vaguely aware of Walker pulling her to his chest and giving her light kisses on her temple.
She had a dirty, hot, nerdy guy who was damned good in bed.
Perfect.
He moved onto his back, and she put her head on his chest, where she dozed for a little while. But she soon felt Walker’s fingers as they moved along her arm, tracing, stroking, caressing; he was ready for his turn. And she was more than ready to feel him inside her. When she’d grasped him a few minutes earlier, she was happily shocked by his size.
He tried to roll her onto her back, but she pushed him back down and propped herself up on an elbow. She smiled, turned, and grabbed a condom packet.
“Put it on,” she ordered, dropping it onto his stomach.
He picked up the packet and held it out to her. “You do it.”
“No, I want to watch.”
“Now who’s naughty?” he asked and ripped open the package.
“I think we’ve moved beyond naughty, don’t you?” she asked, watching him roll on the latex.
“And on to what?”
“How about hot and horny?” And before he could answer, she’d straddled him.
She brought her lips to a nipple and delighted him in the same way he’d pleasured her.
“Damn,” he rasped and tried to move against her. His erection was pressed between their bodies.
With Walker writhing underneath her, CiCi sat up and massaged his chest, savoring the expressions passing over his face. This must have been what she’d looked like—about to explode with pure lust—when she had been
subjected to his amorous torture only minutes earlier.
Walker moved his hands to her hips, gripping her there until it was nearly painful.
“CiCi,” he whispered in a pleading tone, but her response was to continue to caress his chest.
But he decided to move things along by moving a finger to her clit and stroking her.
She involuntarily bucked against his touch, but it only seemed to egg him on. He moved his thumb between her legs and lightly pinched her, which made her nearly jump off him.
“I get the message,” she said breathlessly.
She dipped her head to kiss him quickly, raised herself over his erection, and took his full, massive length inside herself in one stroke.
Her head dropped back onto her neck as she adjusted to the feeling of having Walker fill her, and she steadied herself by putting her hands on Walker’s chest.
“Perfect,” he said, his hands resting lightly on her hips.
“My thoughts exactly.”
Walker slid his hands up CiCi’s torso until he covered her breasts with his palms. When he squeezed, she clenched around him, and he started to move inside her.
“Slower, please,” she begged.
“Not sure if I can,” he said through a ragged breath, although CiCi could tell he was trying to slow his movements.
They finally fell into a wonderful, powerful rhythm, but CiCi sensed Walker was holding back, allowing her to go forward and build up to her climax. He again moved his hand to her clit and pressed his thumb hard against her while she moved along his length, watching his face as she made love to him. Finally, she came, and even harder than the first time that night. As the last waves of her climax rippled through her, Walker flipped her over, thrust deeply, and came at once. CiCi cried out in continuous pleasure and shock at the moment he came, his moans of pleasure and her cry of surprise entwining like their bodies. He shuddered, then collapsed on top of her marginally conscious form.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, Walker pulled CiCi to him and spooned her tightly against him, giving her little kisses along her nape and through the haze of her curly hair. Every nerve ending in her body had become so sensitive that every little kiss Walker planted on her damp skin caused CiCi to shiver against him. She sensed him getting hard again already as their bodies moved against each other.
Rolling onto her back and still breathless, CiCi stroked Walker’s cheek, still too weak to even put her arms around him. They remained that way for a few moments, looking at each other in the heavy air of the afterglow. Walker moved against her hip, giving her notice that he was again fully erect. CiCi reached down and gently stroked him, and he sighed contentedly as she stimulated him—not that he needed any help.
“Ready again so soon?” she taunted.
He kissed her cheek. “Yes, as soon as you are,” he whispered through ragged breaths.
She threw a leg over his hip and moved against him in invitation. “Don’t let me keep you waiting.”
Chapter 16
CiCi’s eyes fluttered open to see the clock on her bedside table. Nearly four in the morning.
And Walker was still with her.
Not the kind of guy to get laid and get gone. Nope. He was right there in the bed with her.
She rolled over to face him, but he was on his back, lightly snoring, completely oblivious to the world and sleeping soundly after incredible sex.
Well, she thought it had been for him, the way he’d acted. And she figured he sure as hell knew she’d had a mighty nice time riding his huge piece.
What he didn’t know was that she’d just had the best sex of her life. Yep, it was officially The. Best. Ever.
She should’ve known it would be like this after what he’d done to her in the evidence vault by merely moving those magic digits over, around, and inside her happy little girl parts. All those dates at The Windmill and she’d never suspected he was so… talented.
CiCi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, thinking of the first time she’d ever seen Walker during the distillery tour with those high school students late last year. She’d thought he was good-looking but a little uptight. That staid exterior was nothing more than a disguise—it was almost a cliché. The slightly nerdy guy who underneath it all was really a rather naughty sex god.
And he was hers.
Tracing her finger along his jawline and admiring his profile, she kissed her lover on the cheek and slipped out of bed. After a visit to the bathroom, she put on her robe and headed downstairs. It was still dark outside as CiCi padded into the kitchen and started poking around in her fridge and pantry. Nothing suited her fancy, even though she was starving. Although she’d eaten quite a bit at the Tavern, she’d used a lot of energy in the subsequent hours, and her body was demanding nourishment. Frustrated by a lack of desirable breakfast choices, she considered going back upstairs but then recalled the bourbon bread pudding was probably still in Walker’s car. She tiptoed into the garage and found his vehicle unlocked, with the box where she’d left it on the floor of the passenger-side seat. Upon her happy discovery, she let out a happy little squee and returned to the kitchen with her food treasure.
After dumping the bread pudding into a bowl and heating it up in the microwave, CiCi got herself a glass of milk and settled down at her kitchen table to enjoy her unusual meal. She delighted in the spiciness of the desert—which was now her bourbon-soaked breakfast—and also delighted in the knowledge that a man she cared about was asleep upstairs in her bed at that very moment.
And when she thought about Walker in those terms, she dropped her spoon into the bowl, causing it to clatter against the side.
Because CiCi had admitted to herself—maybe unconsciously at first—that she cared about Walker. And not simply because of the way he’d made her feel in the physical sense last night (although that had been pretty damned incredible).
He’d made her feel special, something she’d not felt in a long time. He’d courted her, been a gentleman, and had been her friend before he tried for more.
Was Walker going to be the guy she’d stopped looking for years ago? He had baggage—so did she—so being made for each other or together forever were hardly foregone conclusions when it came to a long-term relationship with him. While she was a little too cynical to completely buy into fairy tales and happily-ever-afters, that didn’t mean she had stopped believing they existed either.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been sitting there, not eating, thinking of—shit!—a future with Walker when she heard his voice.
“Interesting breakfast choice,” he said, scaring the holy crap out of her.
She cried out and turned to see him standing in the door between the hall and the kitchen with the sheet from her bed wrapped around his lower parts like a sarong.
The last time she’d seen that particular sheet, it had been crumpled in a pile on her bedroom floor. They had kicked it off during the night’s festivities and then covered themselves with the comforter as they had fallen into their blissful postcoital slumbers.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said and kissed the top of her head. “Although I would have thought you’d remember a man was loose in your house.”
“I didn’t forget you were here. Just got a little lost in my thoughts.”
“Thoughts about what?” he asked as he took a seat at the kitchen table next to her.
“You.”
Even after their extended sexual interludes of the preceding hours, they exchanged a hard stare that clearly told the other I want you. Again. Now.
“Catherine,” Walker said as he leaned forward onto the table, “if I had any energy left, I’d throw you over my shoulder and haul you back upstairs right now.”
She grinned at his use of her given name again. “Then I’d better get to work on helping you get your strength back,” she said, glancing at her bowl of bread pudding. “Care for a bite?”
Walker looked at the bowl. “Not of that.” He reached for her hand acro
ss the table.
After swatting his hand away playfully, she asked what he really wanted to eat, and he requested toast. CiCi got up from the table and retrieved some bread from the pantry.
“Maybe I should go soon.” Walker joined her near the kitchen sink, where she was opening the bread. They were both looking out the window, where the faintest tint of early morning light could be detected.
“But what about carrying me back upstairs?” she asked and pretended to pout. “Or did I really wear you out last night?”
Walker put one hand down on the counter next to CiCi, partially trapping her on one side. “Care to find out?”
Pretending to ignore him, she extracted two pieces of bread from the bag and placed them in the toaster but didn’t push down the lever. Giving him a thoughtful look, CiCi moved farther away, toward the refrigerator, and put a hand on one of the handles.
Suddenly, she dropped her hand from the refrigerator door and scampered to the entrance between the kitchen and hallway. She turned quickly and told him her answer.
“Yes!” She bolted from the kitchen into the hall and up the front stairs with Walker at her heels, his laughter echoing behind her.
After Walker left CiCi’s house Sunday morning (and after making love two more times subsequent to their encounter in her kitchen), he was worthless for the rest of the day. He caught a short nap at his apartment but was so completely distracted by thoughts of her—of being with her, making love to her, hearing her laugh—that he was unable to perform the most basic of tasks. He went to the grocery and forgot to get at least half the items on his list. He also forgot to fill up his car which, after their travels on Saturday evening, was perilously low on gas. The only thing he remembered to do was to call CiCi. They had a short, sweet conversation which left him with butterflies in the tummy and eagerly anticipating the next time he would see her.
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